Wednesday, July 6, 2011
July, where did you come from and why are you trying to kill me?
Yes, you read that right. Apparently my kid hates me enough to pop a wedding on me with less than two months notice. Good thing I love her.
Needless to say there has been a lot going on around here, some happy, some sad, some quite traumatic, but that is a post for another day, with Hailey's approval.
Anyway, instead of blogging I have been tying ribbon on teeny tiny little bottles of bubbles, then curling it. Having a wedding dress altered. Putting together favors. Reserving the park, the photographer, trying to find a minister who will talk about zombies. Just the usual wedding stuff with a dash of weird thrown in, cause that's my girl.
I'm getting ready to do the invitations tonight but felt if I didn't have one little minute of bloggy time I would be crazy. Ok, so crazier.
And, on the Fourth of July, my friends got married, in Trina's backyard, also with less than two months notice. Are you seeing a pattern here? I'm off to make invitations and those annoying little name cards, and maybe mow the grass since it's almost high enough to hide the dog again.